Feb 17, 2019
“My boyfriend is cold, but I’m still looking like a thottie because a hoe-“
“...is actually very insecure about own appearance and tries his best to look attractive even in the cold so his s/o would not lose interest.“
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“My boyfriend is cold, but I’m still looking like a thottie because a hoe-“
“...is actually very insecure about own appearance and tries his best to look attractive even in the cold so his s/o would not lose interest.“
Fighting The Smoke || Leah
Leah stumbled out of the patient room, sticking a neon tag on the door. She couldn't see much anymore due to the smoke levels in the building. She could feel herself starting to lose balance, but fought to get to the next patient's room, sticking a tag on them and connecting them to oxygen to better their chances of survival. If they couldn't get out in time, the smoke would kill them. Hopefully, she thought, if they weren't badly burnt, the oxygen would keep them alive a touch longer.
The blonde doctor stumbled through the halls, keeping her eyes on the floor as her vision began to go spotty. Leah gripped onto the wall, struggling to inhale through a combination of the smoke and her asthma. She needed to keep fighting through. Her knees began to quake, so Leah gripped the rail harder and tried to fight her way to the next patient room, trying to save the rest of her patients. Some of them were only kids, they didn't deserve to die. A thought popped in her clouded mind...something about Charlotte King and an elevator. She hoped that the other blonde doctor made it to safety with her family, but wasn't sure exactly what her thought meant, as the smoke was getting to her head.
"Sometimes.." Hotshot sighed, staring up at the ceiling, talking to no one...or at least what he thought was no one. "...sometimes I wonder what Cybertron was like...I can't remember it and the idea of going back makes me sick to my spark...but I can't help but wonder. What if I had a family once? What if I had teammates, comrades...friends? And what if they're here, somewhere now? Or back there? What if they're looking for me but I'll never remember them? Primus...I hate this! I hate not knowing!" He screamed and rolled over in his berth, curling up.
"Computer, log journal entry and lock it away." He muttered. Why did he care so much about his past now when it never mattered before?